Not Just Covered

part 2

Munawwar's POV

I find the sit next to her and sat, usually people lay on the patient chair but not me,  I didn't like the feeling being a patient, I like the office thought, it's simple and doesn't have lots of paints just plain milk with the doctors chair,  a table which is well arranged, a book shelf filled with books, and an extra chair, just plain simple and beautiful I don't understand why people complicate things can't things just be as easy as possible?.

"peace be with you and welcome back munawwara,i thought I would never see you again here but am glad you decided to come back, you are welcome my dear" she paused

" am going to reintroduce my self again as usual but today I will add up with some more details hoping it will make you more comfortable to open up to me", she said while clapping her hands.

"let's see where to begin with, first of all my name is sabrinah Muhammad am the second child and only daughter to malam Muhammad badamasi, we are only two children of our parent I have a brother Khaleed whom I love calling khaleedo" she said the part laughing, it adores me, I have always wanted to have a sibling, I have always wanted something to name, to Smile with, to laugh with, to share secrets with, to cry with and to go out with.

"am married to yusuf Maitama aka malam isuhu and blessed with an adorable little angel samiha, her dad think is not fair as we have matching alphabets." she stopped laughing hard at this moment, I can sight the love and affection she have for them seeing her eyes sparkle with affection hurts my heart making me keep mum looking at her wanting what she have, imagining her world as mine, every single detail she says makes me see my life as terrible and disgusting as it is, it makes me want to crumble down and hide somewhere far or deep away, where nobody will find out and nobody will see me,  where nobody is even going to ask or uncover me, I want to be open but I don't want to be open at the same time.

I feel my breath becoming shallow, feeling every single beating of my heart, feeling every hair touch and every moment in my body, I can feel my self loosing it again and again continuesly, I cannot exactly pin point what is happening or what is going on, I feel I sense of fair coming in to me, am I being attach? Where am I? What is happening?  Are the only things going on in my mind over and over.

I feel as if my soul is being Calling out of my body while am trying so much to keep a grip of it but getting tired and weak by each  passing minute which feels like hours, I want somebody to help me but I got nobody am all alone nobody wants me no body needs me as they usually say am useless pathetic and an unwanted specie in the world, ugly and a duck  so I let my eyes close , giving in to the slumber, I just want to rest from all the negative vibes, forget all my worries, even get worked up, and finally be at ease.

At the edge of the knife  I hear the  Azan (call for praying)  in my ears , at first it was distant and calm but it becomes Lauder and closer, that is when everything came back ambulating to me like the wave hitting the shore at that moment I concur that after everything I still have Allah he will never leave me even when the whole Dunyah leaves me he love me he want me and he bless me, I can't give up because of some little things I have to be strong for my self I have to fight for me I have to trust in Him for he never disappoints.
finally falling back to my conscious,
" are you OK now habibty,? We can stop here if it disturbs you, let your nerves calm, take in a breath and out, you are sound and safe my dear, you are stronger than that don't let it get to you it will only ruin you and what ever good there is in there, the darkness always try to consume us whole but we have to let the light shine higher and brighter that is the only way we stay on track." she sat back on her chair taking on some notes

" my name is munawwara Abubakar kangirma" I can see the shock vividly in her eyes I know she never expected that.

" am the last daughter of Alhaji Abubakar kangirma, we are partially an extended family in a sense that my father have four wives, with my mom as the last, gajiya Layla is Abba's first wife and we call her ammi she is a very difficult and hard person to deal with ,a very conflicted human being,  she have three children, ya Muhammad, ya Usman and sister eeman whose real name is Khadija" she alter that part with so much venom which didn't go unnoticed by by doctor sabrinah

" the second wife is hajiya maryam but we call her umma she have three sons brother zaid, bother zahir and brother  are the only reason I have some remain in the house, I have freedom to go out and even meet people"

" then mami saudat the third wife, mother to anwar , he is just 3 years older than me and they are mostly not in the house as dad have another house, they only come in occasion"

"then comes maa my mom her real name is hajiya saadah marwan the famous marwan kangirma, her father is an uncle to My father, and that is how they meet, my dad had crush on her since childhood but couldn't  confess as she was small then, that is one of the reason Ammi hates her, she believes that maa have enchanted dad and is controlling him."

" am the only child from maa so dad got me everything I want, when I ask and when I don't, that make the older siblings envious and jealous." breathing out at the last moment I got up from the chair making my way out of the office believing what I say is enough for today I have no plan for another episode today or any other time soon.

........................................................................ Assalamu alaikum

I know this chapter is boring but I wanted you to know more about her the root of the story.

I don't want the book to be very long and I also don't want to go very fast,so we are going in a steady movement.

Thank you for being here with me , next chapter will be on ammar in sha Allah hope u will love it, Allah Hafiz xoxo.

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Amina gadiya